112. Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow. 117. Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what a night is 120. 122. this! Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so? Cas. Those that have known the earth so full of faults. Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone: ur or Even in the aim and very flash of it. Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the It is the part of men to fear and tremble, When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send Such dreadful heralds to astonish us. Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life Or else you use not. You look pale, and gaze, To monstrous quality; why, you shall find, ندا 124. Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca, A man no mightier than thyself or me, In personal action; yet prodigious grown, Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean: is it not, Cassius? Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, 126. Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger, then; 127. Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, But life, being weary of these worldly bars, If I know this, know all the world besides, I can shake off at pleasure. Casca. So can I: So every bondman in his own hand bears [Thunder still. 128. Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant, then? But that he sees the Romans are but sheep: So vile a thing as Cæsar! But, O, grief! 129. Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this My answer must be made. But I am armed, Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man, And I will set this foot of mine as far As who goes farthest. 130. Cas. There's a bargain made. Now know you, Casca, I have moved already Of honorable-dangerous consequence; And I do know by this they stay for me In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night, And the complexion of the element In favour's like the work we have in hand, Enter CINNA. Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. He is a friend. - Cinna, where haste you so? Cin. To find out you. 134. Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate Who's that? Metellus Cimber? To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna? 135. Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this! There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. 136. Cas. Am I not staid for? Tell me. 137. Cin. Yes, you are. O Cassius, if you could But win the noble Brutus to our party! 138. Cas. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. 139. Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone 140. 142. [Exit CINNA. Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day, Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. Casca. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts; Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You have right well conceited. Let us go, For it is after midnight; and, ere day, We will awake him, and be sure of him. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.- The same. BRUTUS'S Orchard. Enter BRUTUS. 143. Bru. What, Lucius! ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.—Lucius, I say! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. When, Lucius? when? Awake, I say! What, Lucius ! Enter LUCIUS. Luc. Called you, my lord? Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. Luc. I will, my lord. 147. Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, [Exit. But for the general. He would be crowned :— How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; - And that craves wary walking. Crown him?— that; — Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would run to these and these extremities: And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, Which, hatched, would, as his kind, grow mischievous; Re-enter LUCIUS. 148. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, Sir. [Gives him the letter. 149. Bru. Get you to bed again; it is not day. Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. [Exit. 153. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light, that I may read by them. [Opens the letter, and reads. "Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress !”. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake. |